Separate Lives
As she was leaving, he asked her, “Why?”
She said she was tired of the same old thing.
He asked her , “What does that mean?”
She rolled her eyes and left.
He never saw her again
which may have been a good thing
for as they say, “You never miss a good thing”
and yet, he missed her deeply.
Their love had been a clash of egos.
They could argue while holding hands.
She finally tired of the constant battles
and thus, he became a poet.
She never saw him again
and never gave it a second thought.
She lived a life of happiness
writing books for children.
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Author:
MendedFences27 (
Offline) - Published: December 14th, 2022 23:01
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Sadly this is simply beautiful .. & conversely, it is simultaneously beautiful and sad ......... it also needs to be viewed & appreciated much more widely than it has been to date .. I sincerely hope my own interest will kickstart further visits and breathe some life back into what is essentially a gem of a poem ..
and a bloomin Happy New Year to you & yours sir Phil
Neville
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